any given day

It’s Friday, and even that won’t be accurate in a little over 30 minutes.

My love, my puppy and I have retired to our living room, and are currently being über modern, as we are both tapping away at our keypads while the TV plays the role of white noise in the background.  (Lucy isn’t really into computers, other than licking them occasionally to remind both her father and I that she is vastly more important than anything we could find on The Internet).

I’m not full of half-baked philosophy or new tidbits of nutrition tonight.  No, this evening I’m just very content in being who I am, and being with who I’m with, and enjoying life.

Crazy thing, that.  So often these moments pass before we even have a minute to settle into them, and wrap ourselves up in their luxury and deliciousness.

I’ve been with the man for over four years.  Sometimes that completely blows my mind, because it feels like that walk in Fairmount Park with Baskin Robbins milkshakes was yesterday (yes, that was one of our first dates, and it was definitely the date that preceded our first kiss).  Sometimes, it doesn’t surprise me at all (we still don’t communicate well about laundry and the dishwasher ~ and that feels like it’s been going on forever ~ we’re both convinced we each do both all the time).

Here’s what I know for certain.  Good, bad, up, down ~ I am so thankful/grateful/humbled that I stumbled upon a person who is, in all ways, my partner.

This is a man, and I’m being serious (and somewhat funny at the same time), who at least once a year, enjoys watching all three Lord of the Rings movies with me … on the same day, snuggled on the couch.  And that’s one pretty superficial reason that we work.

Aaaaand, he just signed up for a Tough Mudder run.  Maybe (!!!) my new preoccupation with running has rubbed off on him … are we transitioning together?   What.is.going.on!?!?  Such an incredible feeling to have a person in my life who loves me for who I am now, who I used to be, and who I’m striving to become. (Even knowing all the bad, deep, dark secrets).

Life.  It isn’t all bad.

 

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